Friday 8 February 2013

Fallen Angel


Pet’s room smelt of pussy
so I knew she’d played with herself
all day while I worked and now
slept, surrounded by an 
impressive array of toys suitable for
both orifices, her body
half-hidden amidst the
tousled sheets, sated yet
insatiable, waiting to be
woken for more like a
precious pink Peri.

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